Babileilei

Prologue: The cheweing gum on the silk The darkness was like a huge blob ready to eat everything, consume every living thing it could find, the cold draped itself on her mane and threatened to enter her very own body and turn her white bones into ice. She could feel herself suffocating, but she needed to be strong. She needed to go faster. 'I need to go deeper' ―she thought. She reached out her hoof to the blur on her eyes. 'Almost there. Al… most… there' —she was reaching it. 'Just a few feet more. C'mon... C'mon!' She groaned, and felt herself pulled backwards. 'No! I will not let this happen! I need to make this!